The Storm.

Storm was brewing up,

Strong winds were blowing.

Nature was showing it’s angry form,

Which could have been devastating.

Upon seeing those winds,

We became scared,

With folded knees,

We prayed to God.

A storm means destroyed shanties,

A storm means a swelled sea,

Storm means uprooted trees.

Again ten-fifteen minutes passed,

We prayed more sincerely and fervently to God.

Again ten-fifteen minutes passes,

Slowly the storm abated,

We heaved a sigh of relief,

Cold winds started blowing,

The force of mind,

Blew the storm.


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